I do not know what it is about Italian summer design, but it just gets me every time. The striped umbrellas. The little café menus. The gelato cups. The hand-painted signs. The colors that somehow feel sun-faded in the prettiest…
I do not know what it is about Italian summer design, but it just gets me every time. The striped umbrellas. The little café menus. The gelato cups. The hand-painted signs. The colors that somehow feel sun-faded in the prettiest…
